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    Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
    Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
    Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
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    Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson

    By Mary White Rowlandson

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    Release dateJan 1, 1682
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    • 3/5
      Look, I appreciate no-one likes the puritans, and Mary would've been better off leaving these out if she was working to create an enduring work of literature. But she wasn't aiming to be Cervantes. This book is as much interesting for its historical context as for its narrative style. What Mrs. Rowlandson's narrative tells us is aided by her point of view, even if it is at times disagreeable, because we gain valuable insight into the views of the Puritans as well as telling insights into life amongst the natives. It makes the work more complex, as we view history through a certain tint, don't it?
    • 2/5
      Yeah......this was not an exciting read. It is very detailed, and relatively dispassionate. She discusses food a LOT (I'm sure it was a very salient concern in her captivity). Lots of scripture, though I'm intrigued by Jason's idea of her carrying her culture with her through these various removes, and using the bible and Christianity as a light in the darkness she was experiencing at the time having been captured and held in a strange culture as a slave against her will.

      And it is perfectly within the purview of my approach to "literature" to study this, which might more often be labeled as a "captivity narrative," or a primary historical source. But decisions get made when composing these kinds of texts that we tend to think about as non-fiction, or history. There are many choices in here about how to represent and present her experience and the people she discusses. Doesn't make it thrilling, though it might improve if I actually do work on it.
    • 2/5
      Yeah......this was not an exciting read. It is very detailed, and relatively dispassionate. She discusses food a LOT (I'm sure it was a very salient concern in her captivity). Lots of scripture, though I'm intrigued by Jason's idea of her carrying her culture with her through these various removes, and using the bible and Christianity as a light in the darkness she was experiencing at the time having been captured and held in a strange culture as a slave against her will.

      And it is perfectly within the purview of my approach to "literature" to study this, which might more often be labeled as a "captivity narrative," or a primary historical source. But decisions get made when composing these kinds of texts that we tend to think about as non-fiction, or history. There are many choices in here about how to represent and present her experience and the people she discusses. Doesn't make it thrilling, though it might improve if I actually do work on it.
    • 1/5
      If I could, I would give it 1.5 stars because, although I didn't like it, it wasn't downright horrible.
    • 4/5
      This book contains various primary sources from events that occurred during Metacom's War of 1675-1676. The featured source is an account by Mary Rowlandson, a Puritan woman from New England who was captured and held prisoner for nearly three months by local Indians. Mary tells not only of the actual capture, but also of her life among the Indians. She had to suffer through the death of one child and being separated from two other children. She was often close to starving and describes some of the food that both she and the Indians ate in order to survive. It definitely makes one thankful for the abundance that most of us enjoy today. One of the main purposes for which Mary wrote her account was to point out that because she kept faith in God, he did not abandon her. She also relates her strong disapproval of those Indians who she describes as 'praying Indians.' These were the Indians who had studied the English language and Christianity in the colonists schools. She seem to feel that they were almost worse that the 'savages,' because seemed to do nothing to help her. However, this may have been a little harsh because these Indians were torn between their loyalty to both the Indians and the colonists. In addition to Mary's account of her capture, other primary sources included in the book gave an insight into the causes of the war between the Indians and colonists. Two of the documents included information as to what happened to the Indians who were captured by the colonists. It seems that most of the children were forced into indentured servitude and many of the adults were sold into slavery as far away as the West Indies. I found most of the information in this book intriguing. However, I found some of documents difficult to understand because they were printed in the original language that they were written in and much of the spelling at the time was not formalized as it is now. However, I would recommend it to anyone wanting to learn more about the relations between the colonists and Indians in New England.
    • 5/5
      A forgotten classic in American Literature.
    • 4/5
      Mary’s story is one misery yet hope. Mary was captured by Native Americans in an attack on a small Massachusetts town during want we call King Philip’s War.” The more I read about this “unremembered” war the more interesting it becomes. I recommend first reading one of the many books on the history of this time period and then read Mary’s account. It will help you to better understand what some of her references refer to.

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    Title: Captivity and Restoration

    Author: Mrs. Mary Rowlandson

    Release Date: November 3, 2009 [EBook #851]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CAPTIVITY AND RESTORATION ***

    Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer, and David Widger

    NARRATIVE OF THE CAPTIVITY AND RESTORATION OF MRS. MARY ROWLANDSON

    By Mrs. Mary Rowlandson

    CONTENTS

    THE FIRST REMOVE

    THE SECOND REMOVE

    THE THIRD REMOVE

    THE FOURTH REMOVE

    THE FIFTH REMOVE

    THE SIXTH REMOVE

    THE SEVENTH REMOVE

    THE EIGHTH REMOVE

    THE NINTH REMOVE

    THE TENTH REMOVE

    THE ELEVENTH REMOVE

    THE TWELFTH REMOVE

    THE THIRTEENTH REMOVE

    THE FOURTEENTH REMOVE

    THE FIFTEENTH REMOVE

    THE SIXTEENTH REMOVAL

    THE SEVENTEENTH REMOVE

    THE EIGHTEENTH REMOVE

    THE NINETEENTH REMOVE

    THE TWENTIETH REMOVE

    The sovereignty and goodness of GOD, together with the faithfulness of his promises displayed, being a narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, commended by her, to all that desires to know the Lord's doings to, and dealings with her. Especially to her dear children and relations. The second Addition [sic] Corrected and amended. Written by her own hand for her private use, and now made public at the earnest desire of some friends, and for the benefit of the afflicted. Deut. 32.39. See now that I, even I am he, and there is no god with me, I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal, neither is there any can deliver out of my hand.

    On the tenth of February 1675, came the Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster: their first coming was about sunrising; hearing the noise of some guns, we looked out; several houses were burning, and the smoke ascending to heaven. There were five persons taken in one house; the father, and the mother and a sucking child, they knocked on the head; the other two they took and carried away alive. There were two others, who being out of their garrison upon some occasion were set upon; one was knocked on the head, the other escaped; another there was who running along was shot and wounded, and fell down; he begged of them his life, promising them money (as they told me) but they would not hearken to him but knocked him in head, and stripped him naked, and split open his bowels. Another, seeing many of the Indians about his barn, ventured and went out, but was quickly shot down. There were three others belonging to the same garrison who were killed; the Indians getting up upon the roof of the barn, had advantage to shoot down upon them over their fortification. Thus these murderous wretches went on, burning, and destroying before them.

    At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the dolefulest day that ever mine eyes saw. The house stood upon the edge of a hill; some of the Indians got behind the hill, others into the barn, and others behind anything that could shelter them; from all which places they shot against the house, so that the bullets seemed to fly like hail; and quickly they wounded one man among us, then another, and then a third. About two hours (according to my observation, in that amazing time) they had been about the house before they prevailed to fire it (which they did with flax and hemp, which they brought out of the barn, and there being no defense about the house, only two flankers at two opposite corners and one of them not finished); they fired it once and one ventured out and quenched it, but they quickly fired it again, and that took. Now is the dreadful hour come, that I have often heard of (in time of war, as it was the case of others), but now mine eyes see it. Some in our house were fighting for their lives, others wallowing in their blood, the house on fire over our heads, and the bloody heathen ready to knock us on the head, if we stirred out. Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for themselves, and one another, Lord, what shall we do? Then I took my children (and one of my sisters', hers) to go forth and leave the house: but as soon as we came to the door and appeared, the Indians shot so thick that the bullets rattled against the house, as if one had taken an handful of stones and threw them, so that we were fain to give back. We had six stout dogs belonging to our garrison, but none of them would stir, though another time, if any Indian had come to the door, they were ready to fly upon him and tear him down. The Lord hereby would make us the more acknowledge His hand, and to see that our help is always in Him. But out we must go, the fire increasing, and coming along behind us, roaring, and the Indians gaping before us with their guns, spears, and hatchets to devour us. No sooner were we out of the house, but my brother-in-law (being before wounded, in defending the house, in or near the throat) fell down dead, whereat the Indians scornfully shouted, and hallowed, and were presently upon him, stripping off his clothes, the bullets flying thick, one went through my side, and the same (as would seem) through the bowels and hand of my dear child in my arms. One of my elder sisters' children, named William, had then his leg broken, which the Indians perceiving, they knocked him on [his] head. Thus were we butchered by those merciless heathen, standing amazed, with the blood running down to our heels. My eldest sister being yet in the house, and seeing those woeful sights, the infidels hauling mothers one way, and children another, and some wallowing in their blood: and her elder son telling her that her son William was dead, and myself was wounded, she said, And Lord, let me die with them, which was no sooner said, but she was struck with a bullet, and fell down dead over the threshold. I hope she is reaping the fruit of her good labors, being faithful to the service of God in her place. In her younger years she lay under much trouble upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased God to make that precious scripture take hold of her heart, And he said unto me, my Grace is sufficient for thee (2 Corinthians 12.9). More than twenty years after, I have heard her tell how sweet and comfortable that place was to her. But to return: the Indians laid hold of us, pulling me one way, and the children another, and said, "Come go along

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